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t was when the man turned to look at the blonde bombshell behind him that she was able to shrink back into herself enough to slip out from under his arm and stood off to the side but not before the rude man hand managed to grab a handful of her and make her yelp once more. But with the hand extended towards her she didn't hesitate to move towards it even though she was utterly confused by what the woman meant about changing her clothes. She was in her uniform already. Why would she need to change?

Not one to look a gift horse in the mouth she followed wherever the woman was taking her, being dragged along by the wrist. The laughter from the group behind them made her glance back to see the vultures watching them. Double stepping to keep up with the leggy blonde she got near enough to say to the woman quietly, well.. quiet being a relative thing in the loud room, "I - I appreciate the help back there but um.. I think you're mistaken as to who I am. I really don't need to change. I have to get the rest of the food from the van and get back to work."

The lights that twitched and flickered on the makeshift dance floor were entirely disorienting as they wove in and out of bodies in their egress. It all made her kind of dizzy. How did she get wrangled into doing something like this?! Never again!

Soon they were lost in the sea of bodies to where she couldn't even tell which way they were going but as silly as it sounded, she felt safer with this stranger because she was a woman. Perhaps it was a bit naive but it was the truth. Her little white nurse's shoes she used to work in the diner gave her a bit more stability than the high heels of some of the other women there but they did nothing to help her see over the heads of the people.

When they paused though she was a little breathless from the quick little maze of people they had ran through. Maybe it was the smoke or maybe it was the heat or maybe it was the disorientation of being in such an alien place such as this. It was quieter where they stopped and she gently tried to retrieve her wrist back from the woman. "Really.. I should be getting back to my work." Even as she tried to extricate herself from the whole affair she still tried to be polite, painfully so. It was just in her nature.

er head whipped up at the sound of the voice, looking at the man. If this were real to her she'd instantly be terrified and cower but in her 'dreams' she was more assertive, braver when facing the world around her. Depending on how close the man was to her he might see the slightly dazed, out of it look in her eyes. Like she was seeing him but not really seeing him.

"There you are! How did you get out from under all that rubble? Are you okay?", the tiny blonde asked as she took some steps closer to the person. "I was so worried. I just had this feeling in my gut that someone was hurt here and needed help. Someone that no one else could hear. But you ...you look alright. Are you alright?"

Even though she was kinda out there at the moment her expression and tone were absolutely genuine. There was a sincerity about her that made her seem concerned for this total stranger's well being. She raised a hand towards him, delicate fingers attempting to move hair to the side to check his forehead visually for any injuries.

Those Ambien should be called zombie makers the way it allowed people to be up and moving around, functioning and unaware of their actions. Waking dreams. But they did allow her to be more involved in life. How messed up was that? Standing as close as she was he could see the delicate features better as well. This was not some homeless person or junkie. The way the neckline of her blouse had shifted as she searched partially revealed the faint jagged scar on one side of her neck though. She wasn't altogether unscathed by darkness but she didn't carry the look of someone that danced with it on a regular basis.

But a small frown creased her lips and wrinkled her forehead as she looked at him, more like through him, and shook her head. "No...it isn't you.. I'm.. I'm sorry I have to get back to..." But her words trailed off as she turned from him and went back to reaching for burned pieces of planks moving them and shifting them around. She moved away from him, unheeding of her own safety as she did so. it was no surprise when she took a step on a pile of unstable debris that shifted and sent her falling to the ground, a painful wrench to her ankle as she fell that caused her to give out a small yelp of pain as she caught herself on with her outstretched hands, scraping them up.
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eing the only one in the Diner with a driver's license was not exactly a boon to her at this moment. Well a couple of the cooks could drive but they couldn't really be spared to leave the Diner. A lowly waitress on the other hand....

At least they told her that the tip should be good. It was still strange. why was a diner providing delivery?, she had wondered but soon enough she heard enough from the others why. That was the benefit of being a quiet person. You heard a lot. No one paid much attention to you either so they never really bothered to hold their tongues around you. The people they were sending the food out to were connected to the City's movers and shakers. Something about a big family that owned half of what was worth owning in this town and whispers about Mafias and whatnot. She didn't really want to hear any more about that. The last thing she needed was to be mixed up in some kind of criminal element. She would just drive the Di er's van to the place, deliver the food and be done with it.

She wasn't looking forward to being out on the streets but at least she'd be in a locked van being out at night instead of on foot. The only reason she agreed to work the night shift because they promised her a double. It would ensure that she wouldn't have to leave to walk home until the sun had risen again.

With a couple of the men from the kitchen loading the van she looked at the map she kept in her purse of the city to see where she was going, memorizing the one way streets and such. What she found on arrival was nothing what she was expecting. Dressed in the 1950's throwback Diner waitress uniform she stood out like a sore thumb among the ladies dressed in swank and barely there dresses that sparkled rivaling the fine jewels they wore. The music was so loud she didn't understand how anyone heard anything let alone how they knew to answer the door as she stood there with the two large bags of sandwiches and platters from the Diner.

She had to blink as she stepped in, the strobing lights and the haze of God only knew what kind of smoke greeted her. The man at the door had roving eyes and took in the sight of the her like a lion might watch a gazelle. It was entirely disconcerting. "I....I'm from Chubby's.. the Diner?", she meekly stuttered out and nodded to the two large bags in her arms. There were more bags in the van but she could only carry them two at a time. She expected the man to take the bags from her but instead he put his hand to the small of her back and lead her into the room, through the throngs of people that nearly had her shrinking within herself to try to keep from brushing against them. It was nearly impossible.

The tiny blonde was lead back to an alcove where several men were lounged around a large round table in a semi-circular booth that seemed plush and lavish. She didn't even want to know what the pile of white powder on the table was. She was pretty sure she already knew but she simply kept her eyes down and sat one bag on the table, trying to set the other down as well. "There's more bags outside. I'll just be a minute...." But as she tried to step away her path was blocked by a large man in an expensive suit.

Panicked and not sure what to do she fidgeted her hands in her uniform's apron edges and glancing toward the door she must have looked even more out of place than ever. "If..if any of you would like to help.. I....I..well there's several more bags and I really do need to get back to the Diner and finish my shift."

The large man blocking her path grinned and there were snickers from the others at the table as he moved in a little closer, placing a hand on the wall beside her, blocking her in with his body as he leaned in closer and lifted a hand to her hair, dragging a long lock of it through his fingers and over his knuckles. "Where you goin so fast little dove? The party's just started.", he said as he leaned in close to her, his hand brushing along her figure as he let the blonde lock of hair slide free.

Her heart beat a million miles a minute and she felt a full blown panic attack coming on. It was ridiculous, she would scold herself later, to be so offset by what is likely a common occurrence to most women. Heck most of the women here were laughing and draping themselves on the men at the party. But this was why she didn't participate in this kind of life. She wasn't equipped to handle it. "Back to the Diner.... like I said." Her awkward squirming must have been amusing or perhaps the words that followed as the table erupted in more laughter but it drew a frown from the big man that loomed over her. She didn't understand any of it and shrank back against the wall, yelping as a hand from one of the men at the table swatted her butt.